President Ba's little white flower has fallen off his horse

Chapter 9 009

Meng Xichen has a good temper, is soft-hearted, and is very well-behaved. This is not pretending, at least not for He Yian to see.

That's how he usually is.

He doesn't speak loudly easily, as long as he doesn't get angry, he looks like a harmless little sheep.

But now, he just said something lightly, and the smiling person seemed to have his mouth sewn shut, unable to utter a single word.

Only the boneless Young Master Gong is not afraid.

"Isn't this a new drama?" Young Master Gong said with a smile, "Look at yourself, you are good-looking, but you still dress like a student. If you want to dress like this, why don't you make people laugh!"

"I was afraid that people would see you when you came in and report us for 'coercion to buy/prostitution'. Believe it or not, if the anti-pornography really came, no one in this room would be able to escape."

"What do you mean?" Meng Xichen asked, "whoring me?"

He seemed like an ignorant person who didn't know what prostitution meant, and he didn't seem to understand what Gong Shao said at all.

But the words were directed at Young Master Gong, but his eyes were not on Young Master Luo.

He glanced around lazily.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai" a person suddenly said with a shiver, "who thought of the name of this club in the first place, it's too spiritual."

"The air conditioner is on at 27 octaves, and I'm so fucking cold as if I'm in the [-]th floor of hell."

The others didn't speak, but they were no better than him.

Young Master Gong straightened up, looked at Meng Xichen, and stood up exaggeratedly after watching for a long time.

"I'm really not a thing," he suddenly began to scold himself, looking decent, with a serious expression, "this fucking is the future flower of the motherland!"

He stood in front of Meng Xichen and looked at it for a while, then turned sideways and showed Meng Xichen like a rare object, "Look at this kid, he looks like he is going to be admitted to the highest school, high school is so heavy, I don't let him study hard at home, And call the child out to drink!"

"It's so wrong!"

He acted on his own, like talking about cross talk.

The audience was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter again.

This time Meng Xichen also laughed.

He smiled, showing two canine teeth, making him look even more cute.

It's simply out of place to mix with a group of cynical second-generation ancestors.

This seemed to hit everyone's laughing point again, so the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

Young Master Gong handed Meng Xichen a glass of wine and asked, "Can the good student have some?"

The alcohol content was quite high, and Meng Xichen thought that he had to go to work tomorrow, so he took a sip, and when he put down the glass, he joked, "I have morning class tomorrow."

A little yellow hair squeezed next to Meng Xichen, and said with nostalgia on his face: "The last time I laughed at you was good-looking, it must have been four or five years ago. At that time... We were still in the first year of high school?"

Meng Xichen nodded obediently, and said with nostalgia, "Yes, what happened at that time."

Little Huangmao: "..." You are meaningless now.

Meng Xichen patted his quilt to comfort him, told him not to be afraid, and said that he never turned over old scores.

Little Huangmao: "..." trembling.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Meng Xichen took out his mobile phone for the elderly with buttons, and talked about his situation in the past few days: "My parents gave me a suitcase and swept me out of the house. There were only a pile of clothes and a mobile phone in the suitcase. For the past two days, I have to eat in the staff canteen."

"It's nothing, but the standard of living has gone back 20 years."

"As for the clothes you laughed about for a long time, it must have been prepared by my mother, and I don't have any other clothes to wear."

Everyone immediately stopped laughing and cheered, "Auntie has a good eye!"

"This dress is just fine!"

"Excellent for you!"

"Mighty, domineering!"

Meng Xichen: "...No need."

It's just talking nonsense with your eyes open.

Several people stopped the car after making a fuss for a while, and then got down to business seriously.

They really have business to do today, otherwise Meng Xichen wouldn't have turned down He Yi'an's invitation.

Xiao Huangmao looked unscrupulous, but he was quite agile when typing on the keyboard. He opened his notebook and showed his investigation results with pictures and texts.

Meng Xichen looked at it expressionlessly, and after a while, smiled.

He has never been stingy with his smile, he may laugh even when he is unhappy.

But this group of people are often not happy to see him laugh.

It always reminds them of some bad past.

Two days ago, Meng Xichen was bullied by someone, and that incident directly led to his being kicked out of the house. It is not a gentleman not to avenge this revenge. Today, everyone gathered together to avenge him.

This matter is simple and simple, and complicated and complicated. Anyway, all the people present are useful.

"That person is here today." Little Huang Mao moved to Meng Xichen and said.

The tone is cheap.

He Yi'an closed the door of the private room, and vaguely heard voices coming from the suite next to him.

Today he didn't come alone, and the person in charge of the other company didn't come alone either. The person in charge was drunk at the moment, and He Yi'an asked his assistant to watch him come out to let the wind flow.

Before the wind hit his face, he heard the sound of smashing things first.

It's the side private room.

He Yian frowned.

He felt a little inappropriate.

In fact, he had observed it when he entered the door. This club is indeed where it should be noisy and where it should be quiet. The security is in place, and the sound insulation is also very good.

This area is specially prepared for those who want to get quiet in the middle of the noise.

Now the sound can be heard in the corridor, it should be that the door of the adjacent suite is not closed at all.

In fact, it can be known from the location that the suite next to it is the best room here.

I heard from Sister Jin that it was reserved by a few rich second generations who held clubs, and it was not for sale.

He Yi'an doesn't like to join in the fun, mainly because he feels that he is not suitable for joining in the fun.

He planned to stand for a while before going back to the room.

However, his associative ability has always been rich, so he thought of many things after standing for a while.

I heard that some wealthy second generations will take drugs in groups of twos and threes.

he thought blankly.

Smoking/drugs must be on your own territory to be safe.

Open a clubhouse by yourself and reserve a suite, which is very suitable for doing bad things.

Don't even forget to close the door.

Thinking of this, He Yi'an couldn't help listening with sharp ears. At that moment, he heard a sentence keenly.

"Brother, don't kill me!"

!!!

Not joining in the fun and not caring about nonsense is obviously not applicable in this situation. If he really knows that someone may die next to him and still ignore it, he will have a bad conscience.

Moreover, because of such a sentence, he has already thought of other places.

Smoking/drugs obviously don't say "don't kill me".

This sounded like...it seemed like he was doing something to someone.

What could it be?

"Brother, it's alright, it's almost alright, if something goes wrong, I can't help it."

While he was thinking, a different voice sounded again.

A certain string in He Yi'an's head suddenly tightened.

A group of rich second generations gathered together to bully a certain person, and even said not to kill them.

What else could this be?

He suddenly remembered Meng Xichen's singing and drinking in the clubhouse.

It is said that people with children will feel empathy when they see other people's children. Now that he thinks of Meng Xichen, he also has some extra compassion.

He thought, what if Meng Xichen is also bullied like this one day if he refuses to save him now.

What if at that time, there were people who refused to save Meng Xichen?

He Yi'an walked to the private room next to him in three steps and two steps at a time. When he reached the door, he found that the door was not closed. He didn't know why the people inside were so anxious that they didn't even have time to close the door.

When he saw the situation inside, the tension in his heart suddenly broke.

The author has something to say:

I always felt that I was not good enough to write this article, so I complained to my friends. I said that the sand carving text is supported by various stalks, and my stalks don’t seem to be funny.

As a result, I accidentally typed the stem as "benzene", and then my friend quickly drew me a schematic diagram of a sand sculpture supported by benzene.

On sand sculpture, or my friends!

It's a bit abstract to say so, I will post a screenshot of the chat on Weibo later.

感谢在2020-09-2223:49:06~2020-09-2323:52:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: woo woo 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!